HEIR OF THE DARK LORD

"That is why I have betrothed my daughter to the Malfoy heir..." The newly engaged, removed their touch from one another, glancing at each other in silent horror and The Dark Lord continued.

"This union will strengthen our army, show the mudbloods and halfbreeds that purebloods will always prevail." The death eater spoke, humed, cheered their fascist agreements.

"I hope you are blessed with children hastily, to ensure our legacy will be continued." Voldemort placed a hand on Draco and Isadora's shoulders, both feeling the urge to squirm under his callous grasp - but had to refrain from doing so.

Betrothed to Draco Malfoy, her father wishing they are blessed with children made her stomach turn, bile tempted to rise. Both of their masks were wavering, wanting to fall and shatter - like glass- and like glass they were, fragile but deadly when broken. They managed contain their emotions for the rest of the dinner only exchanging brief glances now and then.
The weight of the war placed on the shoulders of the young, the evil crushing them both, drowning them. All they can do is scream silently with no listeners present or cling on to each other desperately and hope the arms of death will embrace them soon before the water fills their lungs and chokes them, plunging their bodies and souls into a painful, pitiful end.

(Draco Malfoy X OC)
( Golden trio era)
(Arranged Marriage)